Entrance (Thornhill Trilogy book 1) by J J Sorel

Clarissa Moone is a young, classy, impoverished art history graduate. Her life transforms when she lands a job working for the enigmatic billionaire, Aidan Thornhill. As the contract stipulates that she reside at his lavish Malibu estate, Clarissa suddenly finds herself surrounded by jaw-dropping art and opulence. A significant step up from the run-down apartment she shares with her best friend.
Aidan Thornhill is a self-made billionaire whose earlier start in life was riddled with poverty and a dysfunctional upbringing. Running away from scandal, he joins the army and works his way up to the Special Forces. Accompanied by haunting memories, Thornhill re-enters civilian life with a million dollars gifted to him by a dying buddy. He travels to Europe where he develops a passion for art. And after many astute investments, he becomes one of LA’s wealthiest bachelors. Voluptuous, intelligent and sensitive, Clarissa Moone’s beauty makes Aidan gasp for air. But with a reputation that is as much invented as true, he has to convince Clarissa that he is not a heart-breaker. Aidan Thornhill’s movie-star looks, love of art and passionate support for the downtrodden, soon wins Clarissa’s heart, soul, and innocence.
After living a life devoted to intellectual pursuits and art, being new to love, she succumbs to her smoldering hot boss, who stops at nothing to pleasure her, sending Clarissa off into toe-curling ecstasy.
Behind the scenes, however, the claws are out. Determined to stir trouble, three characters, one of whom, a spoilt heiress, do everything to reap revenge.
With mutual burning passion impossible to extinguish, the couple’s chemistry is so potent that their souls implode when Thornhill’s mysterious past threatens to drive a wedge between them. The former soldier goes into battle determined to have Clarissa even if it means losing everything.

What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
My inspiration for this story came from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. It's not exactly like that, of course. But Aidan Thornhill has a similar brooding quality to Rochester. Like Rochester, Aidan regrets his past. Clarissa Moone, like Jane Eyre, is self-contained, creative, and although gentle in nature, is tremendously smart. And, as with Jane, Clarissa's fortune rises when she receives employment working for Aidan Thornhill at his large, beguiling estate. But that is the only comparison, for in Thornhill trilogy passion fills the pages early on in the story, and being a contemporary romance there is a fair share of love-making.

How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
When I developed Aidan Thornhill and Clarissa Moone, I drew from characters I’d encountered in books, films and life. I developed Aidan to be a deeply conflicted character, who is private, possessive, and suspicious to a fault, but is also strong, loyal, kind and talented. While, inexperienced with men, Clarissa is naturally insecure, awkward and shy. But she is also classy, unique, super-intelligent and generous-hearted.

Book Sample
Once we were back to the shore, Aidan lifted me off the dinghy and onto the jetty. I could have just as easily stepped onto it. But he insisted, holding me longer than necessary with those strong, muscular arms. Aidan’s eyes were on mine. As I caught a whiff of him my pulse raced and a throb caused an ache in my pussy—a delicious reminder of Aidan being inside me.
In what would have made a fantastic advertisement for anything relating to male products, Aidan’s strong muscles flexed as he tethered the boat to the pier. Just to add to my already aroused state, he swept his golden-brown hair away from his handsome face. For someone who hadn’t slept, he looked fresh, especially with that healthy tan. But best of all were Aidan’s blue eyes that reflected the delicate turquoise sky and blue sea.
Arm in arm, we walked to the stairs. I stopped and turned to look at Aidan. “Do you want me to wait for a few minutes?”
Aidan frowned. “Why?”
How could he be so relaxed? “I just thought people might talk,” I said, following him up the uneven rocky steps.
“Don’t you worry your pretty head about anything,” Aidan said with a knock-out smile. He took my hand again, and we ascended the rocky climb.
“I love these steps. They remind me of some ancient city in Europe,” I said, panting from the steep incline.
“That was the first thing I thought when I walked down them.”
When we arrived at the top, Aidan took me into his arms and held me so close that his heart thumped against my chest. “I wish I didn’t have to go away.”
“How long will you be gone?”
He exhaled slowly. “Two long weeks.” From his pocket, he produced a phone and pressed a few buttons. My phone pinged. “I just sent you my number. Call me, text me, anything. Only keep in touch.” Aidan stroked my cheek and kissed me again. His tongue entered my parted lips as a cogent reminder of his passionate claim on me.
I pulled away. “You better go. I’m holding you up.”
“Call me.” Aidan remained before me. I was the first to leave, carrying away an after-burn from his smoldering gaze.
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